***Warning: This story is edgy. :D***

(Conan's POV)

"Conan-kun! Time for breakfast!" The angelic voice of Ran rang from downstairs. My body shifted into a sitting position as my eyes adjusted to the bright rays of the sun peaking through the curtains of my room.

"I'm coming!"

Today was supposed to be just like any other day. Ran would call me down for breakfast, I'd go out to elementary school and endure the barrage of useless information that I have already learned, and then, Ayumi, Genta, Mitsuhiko, Haibara, and I would wander about, usually getting into some sort of trouble in the process. As it turns out, most of the time, we'd come by yet another case. We would all look for clues, then I'd ultimately end up solving the mystery with the aid of my voice changing bow tie. The days came by slow and repetitive.

It certainly wasn't any surprise when we'd stumble upon yet another corpse, or witness another murder take place. After all, it happened everyday, hence everyone had grown quite accustomed to it by now.

Though, despite everything that has happened up until this point, not a single person has suspected me for a moment. And no, I'm not referring to my identity as Kudo Shinichi...I speak of something more...malevolent.

A hideous truth has been lurking inside the oblivion, all of this time. Even before Conan had appeared, this truth has existed. A truth that no one but myself is aware of. It holds even more importance than my identity as Edogawa Conan. Yes...It is the most bewildering of secrets. If anyone had discovered that I have committed the act of murder myself, then I can say with certainty that my life as I know it would come to an instant halt. My reputation and life would be utterly destroyed.

Various time have I killed someone...mostly for pleasure. Ever since I first saw a corpse while with my father on a case, I have always been fascinated by them, I just had to try killing someone for myself. And so, I ended up murdering one of my classmates in elementary school, a 6 year old girl named Yui. The feeling of satisfaction I had gotten from killing led me to continue carrying out murders in secret, hence the birth of my addiction.

I have an inability to control myself when it happens. For this very reason, I tend to refrain myself from murdering, since my work tends to be messy, the way I like it. No one has suspected me...not even once. Perhaps that one time, but that was only Makoto Okuda, who had gotten plastic surgery to disguise as myself. And besides, no one was inclined to believe that I took someone else's life, even then. Ever since I had shrunken down, I have not killed a single person.

As an attempt to control my urges, I strove to get involved in as many cases as possible, since just being around corpses keeps my state of mind at ease.

Though, these attempts have proved futile. The more I abstain from murder, the more my mind plunges into the depths of insanity.

"Conan-kun? Are you feeling alright?" Ran inquires, eyeing me with a glint of worry.

"Huh?" Her words snapped me back into reality as I dismissed my thoughts. "Oh! Sorry, I was just thinking about the new Kamen Yaiba movie coming out soon!" I lied through my childish façade, flashing her a cheesy grin.

"Ah, We can go watch it with your friends when it does!" She offered with a smile. There it was, the same look. The fake look you give to only a child. After being one for so long, you'd see it quite often. Though, it was a enigma to me why it was starting to bother me so much. Maybe because I hated being treated by a child?

I sat up from the dining table, turning to the girl. "Sure!"

"I will be going to the Professor's house, if that is okay."

"Alright, have fun, Conan-kun." When she granted permission, I quickly bolted out the door. "See you, Ran-neechan!" There's nothing else in the world that I hate more than being under so many obligations and ordered around as a child. No matter how I felt about it, though, it was necessary in order to appear innocent.

When I had arrived, I was instantly met with a loud crash booming inside the house. Worried that any of the prototype antidotes were damaged, I ran inside, only to be met with a panting Professor Agasa. "What's wrong?!" I asked in a panic, pretending to actually care about the old geezer.

"S-Shinichi! I'm glad you have come!" The geezer breathed through his ragged breaths. He took a few moments to gather air as he opened to speak. Before he could utter another word, however, a new voice intervened.

"It seems that the Black Organization has made a move." My eyes trailed to the source of the monotone, landing on none other than Shiho Miyano, or her alias, Haibara Ai. Her eyes narrowed in frustration, her fists clenching tightly.

"What did they do now?" If they found out our identities, my end would be ensured. I just can't let that happen. There's so much to live for...blood, killing, murder, torture...No way in hell am I going to die before I get to torture someone...the thought of it gets me all psyched up. I can only imagine how fun it would be! Sadly, I haven't gotten the change to torture someone yet, since It's difficult to make time given that I'm a high school detective and all. And, I couldn't do something like that in my current state with a child's strength.

"I have been sensing their presence a lot, lately. They must have gained more insight on as to where our whereabouts are." Haibara informed me of the situation, her expression tense.

"Shit." I cursed, glaring daggers at the floor. Have they found out our identities? It seemed to me that we were doing a good job at hiding, though. "We will have to lay low for a few weeks, or at least until their suspicions diminish and they search elsewhere."

"I agree. That means try not to drag yourself, or myself for that matter, into any cases for now, Tantei-san." My irritation became visible at her teasing. Why did she always find enjoyment to mock me? I can never understand women.

"Yeah, yeah." I could tell she didn't find my words the least bit convincing due to her know-it-all expression.

"Well, you two should start heading to school now." The Professor reminded us with his usual lighthearted attitude. How in the world does he always manage to stay so laid-back all the time, with all that's going on? I just don't get this geezer...

The clock struck 12:30 pm, much to my annoyance. A sigh escaped my lips as I pondered on how much I resent school. Especially elementary school. These damn kids drive me to my boiling point. My blue eyes darted toward Kobayashi-sensei. Well, at least I have some eye-candy...I can't help but daydream about what I wish I could do to her. Chaining her down on a solitary chair, I'd start by cutting off her nails, one by one, savoring her screams of agony, while also getting to see what shade of red her blood is. Oh yes, I'd love the expression of pure terror on her face! Then, I'd run my knife along her-

"Conan-kun? Are you there?" For the second time today, I was brought back onto Earth only to realize all eyes were locked on myself. I quickly erased all dark thoughts in mind, trying my utmost to appear neutral.

"Y-Yes ma'am." I replied. She tilted her head to the side. "Are you okay? You seem a little-"

"I'm fine." I shot back by reflex, causing the teacher's eyes to widen in surprise. Damn, I didn't mean for my voice to come out so rash.

"Er, If you say so. Now that you are back with us, please answer question 15."

"Hmm, Nine?" My response was quick, though not too quick, as to not attract any further attention to myself.

"Correct as usual. Good job, Conan-kun!" Again, that mocking fake smile an adult gives to a child. What has gotten into me today? Why do I suddenly feel this way? I probably need to get some rest. Yeah, that's it.

"Alright class, lets move on to the next topic." Only now did I notice that the others were giving me strange and worried looks.

"Kudo-kun, you alright?" A certain coffee-color haired girl whispered beside me, probably confused at how I was acting. I nodded with a forced smile. "Just tired."
Seemingly satisfied with my answer, she stopped questioning me. The bell had finally rung as all the children sprinted out the door, cheerful expressions on their faces.

Cheerful. They are too cheerful and happy. So carefree. So...noisy. The noise...I wish I could make it stop. Permanently...

"Hey, Conan-kun! Want to go out the market with us later?" I flinched at Ayumi's voice, startled out of my thoughts.

"Yeah, Conan, come with us!" Genta added with a grin. I could hear him mumble something about eels under his breath. Such a glutton...

"I can't, sorry. I need to do something else." That's right, I need to walk it off. I can't let myself think these thoughts. Not now. It would be a problem if anyone picked up on my behavior.

Ayumi frowned at this. With a pout, she responded. "Aww, well that's okay. See you later."

"Later." I waved to them as I began sauntering through the streets. Haibara told me to lay low, if I recall correctly. I should be fine, it's not like the black organization would suspect us near the elementary school. The murderous thoughts flooding my mind lately has gotten me into a dilemma. I have tried not to do anything reckless as Conan, only because I now was around more people all the time. Before, it was just Ran, the Professor, and I. If anyone had seen me in the act, I do not know what I would do. Could I bring myself to kill someone I care about if they saw? Or would I sacrifice everything to let them leave? I can't be sure, and I hope I will never have to find out.

Well, If I did encounter such a situation, I probably would. My definition of care is not exactly what you think. In order for me to care about something, they need to prove useful to me. Like, Haibara, she's such a useful tool that I can't just her kill off. Without her, I'd never hope to return to my original body.

Suddenly, an ear shattering scream followed by a gunfire resounded throughout the vicinity, causing the few people walking by to quickly run off, leaving me alone. The source of the chaos appeared to be in the alleyway to my right. I groaned. Should I even care if someone is getting killed, raped, or whatever? It's not like my sense of justice actually exists. And, as fun as it would be to watch, I'd rather not risk myself, with the Black Organisation's dogs prowling around.

Despite my hesitant thoughts, I found myself walking inside the alley. "What am I doing?" I muttered to myself, unable to turn back. Perhaps I have the least bit of justice inside me...or just pure stupidity. Or...could it be curiosity? Nevertheless, my legs came to a halt at the scene of the crime taking place. Two figures stood before me. A man of around 40 years or so held a revolver pointed towards a woman just about his age.

"Don't you dare scream again or I promise it will be your last." The criminal threatened as he smirked at the frozen woman. Her entire body was quivering in utter fear as she stumbled to her feet.

"P-Please...Don't hurt me! I'll do anything!" People like this piss me off. Those who give in to others so easily because of their weak mentality and body. It's an utterrly pathetic and shameful site to watch.

After examining her body with what seemed like perverted thoughts, he snickered. "Take off your clothes."

"W-What?" The woman paled in response.

"You heard me." Tears formed at the edges of her glassy eyes, threatening to fall.

"B-But I-"

"Do it now bitch!" He demanded as he kicked a broken wine glass at her. The glass just barley scarred her face, leaving a streak of blood in it's path. Slowly, she started by unbuttoning her leather jacket. What was I even doing here, just watching the show? I should probably do something...he's hoarding all of the fun for himself... but what could I even do? I'm not wearing the power-enhancing shoes right now, so it's not like a could crush his skull in with my soccer ball, as fun as that sounds.

"Hurry up!" The woman kept at the same pace, despite the man's enraged order. Irritated, he let go of his pistol and tackled her, ripping her clothes off. As he tore of her bra, I realized this was my chance. Although I prefer knives, I suppose this will do. Taking the opening, I quietly yet hastily stepped in and picked up the pistol. An overwhelming feeling of thrill rushed through my entire body as I picked up the familiar weapon. It was...indescribable.

This feeling...I remember it so well.

The man turned around and noticed me, releasing hold of the half-nude woman beneath him. "Huh? Brat, what are you doing-" He suddenly stopped mid sentence, noticing the gun in my possession. His eyes grew wide in fear, much to my amusement. Was it because I had a weapon? Is he that afraid of a child? The thought was humorous, I couldn't contain the smile that made it's way onto my face.

"Hey, you stupid kid. Give that gun back... okay?" The criminal asked, trying his best to convince me, cautiously taking a few steps closer.

"Why, mister?" My innocent reply faltered his mask of kindness...well, attempted kindness. Why was it that adults always felt the need to act so fake in front of children just so that they can hide their own selfish desires? It was disgusting. I guess I'm not too different myself, though.

"I-I need to it to catch a criminal." Again. Again. And again. The child treatment. I hate it...No, hate is an understatement. I loathe it.

"How about..." I began as I held up the pistol directly at the man, a sadistic smirk crawling upon my face. Here it is, the familiar feeling. The expression on a person's face when they know they are about to die, it's beautiful! So very beautiful! I licked my lips, yearning to see pure crimson red.

"You drop dead."

The triggered was pulled.